Why send a boy to do a man's job?
For when it is half-baked means it is incomplete;
Why send a girl to do a woman's job?
For when it is half-full means it is incomplete;
And like a clash programme to paint the world with my mind,
Every man has his own price in every discipline.
This is like the metamorphosis of an ibo from Nigeria,
And with an articulated discourse of an ideology;
For the east wind holds up the country and,
The north wind crashes with it at times!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem